O, Phil,

That will be one awesome book when you get it all finished.  Please 
put the romance novel aside and just work on this one!! Where did you 
get such technical knowledge anyway?

LOVE IN HIM,

purple Mari, a ... "lovely loser".



At 09:38 AM 4/5/2007, you wrote:
>This chapter is far from complete.  I've been spending most of my time in
>the last couple of weeks working on a new book which, believe it or not, is
>a Christian romance novel.  You might be surprised over that one.  Anyhow,
>you have already read the prolog to this story.  You know, the old man
>sleeping in the barn?  Well, this begins chapter one.
>
>Phil.
>
>                             CHAPTER 1
>
>
>                         THE BIRTH OF SUNS
>
>
>
>
>
>The bomber made little noise as it taxied to the end of the
>runway.  It waited for less than 2 minutes before it began its
>launch.  Long before the end of the 10,000 foot runway, the top
>secret bomber left the Missouri runway and was aloft.  The 4 crew
>members did nothing but watch their instruments.  The onboard
>computers did everything.  The G forces increased as the craft
>made altitude and the 3 men and 1 woman were pressed back into
>their seats, their suits compensating for the pressure, as the
>plane climbed nearly vertical until it reached the 80,000 foot
>cruising altitude.  Once the jet craft leveled out, and only then
>did the computers increase flight speed.  Within seconds, they
>were flying over 7,500 miles an hour.  The sun came up behind
>them as they flue the strategic route.  From this altitude, they
>could view the curvature of the earth.
>
>      In less than 2 hours, the computers reported they were
>approaching the target.  Another 10 minutes and the nuclear GPS
>guided bombs would release.
>
>      Suddenly a beeping sound was heard in all the ear pieces of
>the crew.  A computerized voice spoke.  "Multiple missile
>launch," followed by location, direction, speed, type of weapon,
>and minutes to impact.  No one made any move nor seemed to be the
>least bit concerned about the computer warning.  The plane tilted
>to the vertical again.  The computer voice said, "Climbing to
>115,000 feet.  Targets eight.  Tracking.  Jamming in progress.
>Jamming complete.  All targets eliminated at 10 thousand.  No
>further threats at this time."
>
>      "They hardly got off the ground," one of the computer pilots
>said in her open microphone built into her helmet without
>realizing it.
>
>      At the 115,000 foot level, the plane arched and again
>leveled.  "No Missile tracking at this time."  Maintaining
>altitude."  The super secret plane had been reported as a UFO so
>many times, even the public had lost interest.  Nothing flew that
>fast on earth.  The plane was capable of jamming and disabling
>any other aircraft in the world without firing a single shot.  In
>fact, the hyper sonic stealth aircraft wasn't just a plane.  It's
>solid fuel rocket engines literally allowed the plane to clear
>the atmosphere and circle the globe in earth orbit, traveling at
>30,000 miles an hour, making a complete earth orbit circuit in
>just under 90 minutes, and literally chart targets, geographical
>locations, and from 150 miles, could read a postage stamp laying
>on the ground.  Not to mention, of course, launch up to 8 nuclear
>tipped missiles of 40 megatons each.
>
>      At the target zone, the 2 nuclear tipped rockets dropped
>away from their racks.  The plane banked hard and within seconds
>was increasing speed and heading back the way it came.
>
>      The nuclear rockets fell 50,000 feet before their solid fuel
>rocket motors ignited.  The GPS mapping in their computers had
>been tracking since before they dropped away from the aircraft.
>The noses turned, one to the right and the other to the left, and
>they began to separate.  Moments later, their noses dropped and
>they fell to the vertical.  Although the warheads were 40
>megatons, the computers had preset the detonation levels to 10
>megatons.  when they descended through 4,000 feet, they exploded.
>Twin suns were born.  Anyone within 3,000 miles witnessing the
>detonations would experience immediate retinal burn and would
>never see again.  The atmospheric gasses expanded to hundreds of
>miles an hour within two seconds.  The pressure waves that
>blasted downward, struck the earth with such force, sand
>instantly vaporized as the super heated gasses touched the
>surface.  As the pressure continued to build and expand, the
>stems of the mushroom clouds formed as everything in the blast
>zone was sucked into the air.  At 15 miles, the mushroom head
>began to tumble through the thin air.  Already the deadly
>radiation had traveled over a hundred miles.  The sand storm
>itself was not only deadly but the radiation killed every living
>thing for 200 miles.  The nuclear footprint would be a minimum of
>500 miles in diameter.  Nothing in that area would grow for 200
>years.  Other than the nomads and a hand full of villages, there
>would be no need for anything to grow.  The people, on the other
>hand, about 2500 in number, were all literally vaporized.  The
>deadly radiation would travel another 500 miles in the hurricane
>developed winds before they began to diminish.  Others would die,
>too, of course, but they would die a slow death of cancer over
>the next two and three years.  The top of the mushroom cloud
>reach 20 miles but the secret aircraft had been far over the
>horizon long before the warheads even detonated.  Three hours
>later, The craft never even experiencing the shock wave, the top
>secret bomber landed.  the crew deplaned without ever once
>touching their instruments.  The pressurized door hatch cracked
>open like an eggshell due to the ice still on the plane from it
>extreme altitude flying as they disembarked.
>
>      The president of the United States had been up for several
>hours.  He took the call when the planes had reach their target
>and when the two bombs, 10 miles apart, detonated.  Furthermore,
>he took the call when the crew landed.  He went back to bed then,
>and got an hour sleep in before he got up to meat with his
>cabinet.
>
>      "I suppose calls have already been coming in from the heads
>of state?" the President ask casually.
>
>      "Yes, sir," the communications expert replied.  It would
>appear no one in the Middle East has figured out what has
>happened as of yet.  The PM of Britain has called, of course, and
>a call from the Russian president just came through on the Red
>Line before he arrived, Sir.  Just inquiries as to who was
>responsible so far."
>
>      Turning to the Secretary of Defense, he said, "Put the word
>out, Jake, that I'll make an announcement at noon today."
>
>      "The man to whom the President of the United States had
>spoken, wrote on his note pad but said nothing."
>
>      "Jim," the President said looking at the secretary of the
>Air Force, "anything new to report?"
>
>      The spy Satellites are back in operation.  Three have
>already passed over the area.  There isn't a lot that we can
>see."  The Sec Air turned to the communications officer and the
>man illuminated the live pictures coming for spy aircraft which
>were already circling the air above 100,000 feet and at a safe
>distance.
>
>      "As you can see, sir, there is more light than anything
>else.  It will be a few hours before things begin to settle.
>However, the laser rays have indicated two 500 foot holes at the
>blast impact zones."
>
>      "Is that deep enough to reach the underground plants?"
>
>      "We believe the Russians helped them dig the plants a mile
>below the surface but the downward pressure wave from both blasts
>have already begun earthquakes according to the seismic experts.
>The quake will continued for days, perhaps weeks Mr. President,
>and since the bombs detonated nearly on top of the fault line,
>the underground facilities are history.  They have no launch
>capabilities anyway.  The dual plants will crack like an egg,
>probably have already, the radiation pollution will literally
>destroy life as we know it in the entire southern half of the
>country.  The human target was eliminated, too, Mr. President
>because he was vacationing in his southern palace when the
>rockets detonated.  He certainly won't be making any more threats
>on Israel."
>
>      Looking at the Secretary of State, the President said, "Any
>other Middle East nations we should be worried about concerning
>an attack on Israel?"
>
>      "Per your previous order, Mr. President," the man said
>slowly, "the messages were communicated to those considered the
>greatest possible risk.  Based upon our space based sat command
>center, no one seems to be making any moves we need to worry
>about."
>
>      "Live video coming in from the Chinese Premier, Mr.
>President, and demanding an immediate explanation, sir," the
>communications commander intoned.
>
>      "Ok," the President said.  "Everybody compose yourself.
>Video on," the President finished.
>
>      The Premier of China spoke perfect English, fortunately, so
>no interpreters were required.  "Hello Premier," the President of
>the United States said.  "What can I do for you, sir?"
>
>      "You know very well what this call is about."
>
>      "Premier, I don't recognize your authority.  If you want
>what information I am will to give you, I suggest you be polite
>upon calling the President of the United States."
>
>      The man on the screen said nothing for a moment and then
>spoke.  "As you wish Mr. President."
>
>      "Premier, there is a plot to assassinate you by this time
>tomorrow.  We are at Def Con 1 as we speak.  Those who will
>attempt to take your life, Mr. Premier, will then attempt to
>overthrow by military force, the nation of Israel.  You must know
>that the United States will never allow that to happen.  There
>are shadow elements of your government who are behind this plan.
>Their goal, Mr. Premier, is total global destabilization.  We
>have targeted all of your major nuclear bases, Mr. Premier.  If
>you are killed, we will destroy your entire nation within 30
>minutes.  The free nation of Israel has been notified and they
>are on high alert as we speak."
>
>      Nothing was said for long moments.  The President could tell
>the Premier of the PRC was conferring with others off screen.
>When he spoke, he said, "I will check out your story, Mr.
>President, and get back to you."
>
>      "I suggest, Premier, you call in Go Woo chang.  He is not, I
>repeat, he is not your enemy.  He does know about this plot
>against your life and those involved.  If I later learn that
>anything but good has become of Chang, I will personally come
>over there and kill you myself," and the President cut the air
>with his hand and the screen instantly went black.